Find a nice guy. Someone you can depend on. Someone who will take care of you. So, she did. Buy a nice house. In a great neighborhood, with the best little elementary school. So, they did. Have a baby! It will make your family will complete. So, they did. Two, in fact. You still feel empty…incomplete? You should talk to someone about that. It’s not normal, what, with everything you have. It.
The first few weeks after my ex-husband moved out were surreal, to say the least. I vacillated between extreme highs and extreme lows. I loved living alone! I hated living alone! Slowly, though, my emotions began leveling out, and I found myself reaching small victories here and there. I no longer waited around each evening, listening for the garage door to loudly announce his arrival. I flipped through our wedding.
I was going through old posts I’d written, attempting to find a few I can submit for my dream job, when I came across the one about the DAMAS conference. I presented a session for young girls about confidence and positive self-image, two things that took me years to find. This rabbit-holed me into the speech I’d written just for them. One I could barely get through at the time,.
Thanks to a dark thunderstorm and its co-conspirator 50% custody, I got out of bed slightly later than usual this morning. Sliding the doggy co-sleeper out of the way with my foot, I made my way to the bathroom to wash the sleep away. About halfway into my shower, once I’d woken up, I glanced down and noticed a tiny gnat on the floor. I watched it for a moment, as it scrambled to avoid the pouring water.
In my former life, I was a mommy-blogger. At present, I’m more of a mommy-birder. (The first step is admitting it, but I’m already on step 5: I own that shit.) It began with my sweet cardinal, Bernadette the Brave and, a year and a half later, I pretty much have penguins in my backyard, begging for a bite. If we cross paths, you’ll likely find me with my camera.